Sunday, September 16, 2007
Why do things inevitably and steadily deteriorate?
You finally get the perfect haircut. It grows. Sh*t.
You redecorate a room, get a new rug. People insist on walking on it. Sh*t.
You replace one thing. Everything around it looks shabby. Sh*t.
You make up the bed in the morning. That night the husband won't sleep on top of the covers. Sh*t. He won't eat standing up and leaning over the sink either. Crap.
Keeping house is like stringing beads without putting a knot in the end of the string. Bugger.